I have lost my bug mojo.
I’ve always liked bugs all right. Never loved them or anything, but wasn’t afraid of them either. I can pick one up and place it outside or I can smoosh it and be just fine either way.
I am the one who usually “takes care” of the bugs, since I’m the one here most of the time with the kids. If I ask them to get it, they look at me like I’m crazy. And I have never heard Indigo scream like he does when he sees a bug…he screams bloody murder.
Anyway…now I’m struggling with a bit of paranoia on the whole bug subject. I have no idea why. Ha!
I’ve been dreaming of bugs, bugs, and more bugs. Last night, I dreamed there was a tick on me and when I got up, I ran to the mirror to see if there was a bull’s-eye on the back of my leg.
Whew. No, there wasn’t. Still just the one target.
One is enough, thank you very much.
I feel bugs crawling on me. I yank back the covers…jump and try to get it off. Oh, it was a strand of hair, a napkin…air…no bugs after all.
I’ve always been the brave one. Ask Tosh. I’ve even killed a few of her bugs. Now I don’t want to go outside.
I couldn’t right now if I wanted to…I can’t stay awake long enough and I’m not supposed to be in the sun, so it all works out…but I’m sad I’ve lost my bug mojo.
I’ve warned my family that I’m going to be a little vigilant about the whole tick thing. The kids went outside for approximately 5.5 minutes yesterday morning and upon coming in, had to remove all their clothes and do the tick check.
All joking aside, I’m feeling better. Things kind of got worse after starting the medication last Wednesday night, but yesterday I felt a big difference for the better. The pain has eased up quite a bit…I’m still having headaches all the time and want to sleep all day long…so those are the things you can pray about for me. Also, I’m praying that I didn’t go too long without getting treatment~ I don’t want this Lyme junk sticking around.
Thanks for all your sweet comments and prayers…and for the four of you who missed me back.